The Cockettes
The Cockettes were a psychedelic theater group founded by Hibiscus (George Harris) in the fall of 1969. The troupe was formed out of a group of hippies, men and women, who were living in one of the many communes in Haight-Ashbury, a suburb in San Francisco, California. Hibiscus came to live with them because of their preference for dressing outrageously and proposed the idea of putting their lifestyle on the stage.
Their brand of theater was influenced by The Living Theater, John Vaccaro's Play House of the Ridiculous, the films of Jack Smith and the LSD ethos of Ken Kesey's Merry Pranksters. The troupe performed all original material, staging musicals with original songs. The first year they parodied American musicals and sang show tunes (or original musical comedies in the same vein). They gained an underground cult following that led to mainstream exposure.
The Cockettes were the subject of a 2002 documentary called simply The Cockettes directed by David Weissman and Bill Weber.
The Cockettes (film)
The Cockettes is a 2002 American documentary film. It was directed by Bill Weber and David Weissman, and produced by Weissman. Its subject is the 1960s-70s San Francisco performance group The Cockettes. The film debuted at the 2002 Sundance Film Festival, where it was nominated for the Grand Jury Prize. It went on to a limited theatrical release and to play the film festival circuit. The Cockettes received the LA Film Critics Award for Best Documentary of 2002.
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DVD release
The Cockettes was released on Region 1 DVD on January 21, 2003.
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by Jake Thackray
The Cactus
by: Jake ThackrayWhen I and my new love, my true love, got married,
Our love, our true love, very nearly miscarried -
And one of the chief, the contributory factors
Was when my dear wife fell in love with a cactus.
On our wedding day my Auntie Ivy gave us both a little
pot,
A plastic what-not,
Which contained a spiky cactus. As a present it was
tactless,
But my wife, my life, my golden girl, she loved it from
the start.
Though it was old and mouldy she took it to her very
heart.
My Snow White, my Aphrodite, my pocket Venus!
‘Twas then that this venomous thing came between us.
When we had so much to delect and distract us
Oh why did we cherish a perishing cactus?
At first she just felt sorry for this horrid, squalid,
lumpish parasite.
A rash compassion
For her feelings got beyond her. Every day she grew
still fonder
Till this sickly, tickly, little squirt had got the
household quashed:
Rent unpaid; my tea not made; my shirts, my socks not
washed.
My poor heart was bleeding from multiple fractures:
A dupe and a boob and a cuckold to a cactus.
She gave up her duties, her food and her slumber
For this potted hedgehog, this son of a cucumber!
In spite of all her care, her lavish blandishments, the
creature still declined.
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prickly little soul-mate.
The feeling of grief's not confined to us only:
Like me this poor vegetable was just lonely,
For they need exactly those things which attract us.
So I went and bought him a little lady cactus.
We placed them spiky cheek to spiky cheek upon our
kitchen window sill
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True love would run its course - and we perforce had
something similar to do.
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My auntie’s antisocial plant put out a happy cactus
flower.
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My household is flourishing now, and in fact I